Chapter 67: : It feels wrong

"Golden District, if you do this, aren't you afraid of violating discipline?"
Yue Zitong slowly closed the door and asked coldly.
"You can sue me."
After Jin Baiyong filled the two goblets, he sat down and looked up at Yue Zitong. He said calmly, "However, even if you sue me, no one will believe it, even if you may be stealing the recording now. Because when you went to visit my son in the afternoon, I already went to Beijing to seek medical treatment for his son. My secretary, accompanied throughout the process, can testify."
His expression was indifferent, his gaze looking at Yue Zitong, but like two invisible little hands, squeaking, as if he could not wait to strip her clothes off.
After all, it is the old oil seed who has gone through strong winds and waves. Before Jin Baiyong came to the Qingshan Hotel tonight, he had already made all kinds of preparations for being bitten by Yue Zitong.
He arrived in the box after seeing her alone in the hotel.
If something is abnormal, he will disappear immediately.
"Hehe, I really admire your rigor, but I admire your despicableness even more."
Yue Zitong chuckled lightly, walked slowly to the sofa, and slowly sat opposite him: "Jin Baiyong, are you not afraid of retribution?"
"I am a person who never believes in retribution. I only believe that if you give, you will definitely be rewarded."
Jin Baiyong said indifferently: "You maimed my son. This is what I gave. To get you, this is my reward. I have never taken anything that doesn't belong to me. As long as I want to take it, that’s for sure. I have paid the same price."
"Your son's leg can be equal to Kaihuang Group?"
"It's not equal for the time being, I will let you know how valuable my son's legs are in the future."
"You are just a small official, how much convenience can you give Kaihuang Group?"
After a moment of silence, Yue Zitong picked up the wine glass and gently rotated it in his hand.
"You may not know that if I change the term after the year, I will change my position because of my outstanding work."
Jin Baiyong said, stretched out the wine glass, and touched it lightly: "Mr. Yue, I can give you another three minutes to think about it. If you disagree, you can turn around and leave, just as we haven't seen it tonight. Face. If you agree, then drink this cup together. From then on, you will be my woman. I will let you taste the sweetness of being my woman. Whether it's professional or spiritual."
"Is it?"
Yue Zitong looked up, smiled charmingly, and drank from a toast.
The bright red wine, like a little red snake, slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth, making her look more charming.
"Tonight, I will let you try the mental sweetness first."
Jin Baiyong smiled, his majesty disappeared, and he drank his glass of wine in one gulp.
Yue Zitong accepted his fate, picked up the bottle and started filling up.
Jin Baiyong stood up, walked around the case and sat beside her, hugged her with his right hand, moved his left hand, and went straight to the point.
"There should be little blue pills in your cup, right?"
Yue Zitong twisted her body pretendingly, looked sideways at his eyes, suddenly became wicked, and said with a sweet smile: "Without that stuff, don't say let me taste the sweetness, I'm afraid you just touched it. If you touch me, you will slap, right?"
"you----"
Jin Baiyong grabbed a key point, and the nerve endings all over his body suddenly shrank. The hand feels wrong, it's so soft, it's like a balloon filled with water?
"You can squeeze it with less strength, people can't help but squeeze it, it bursts with one pinch."
Just when Jin Baiyong realized something was wrong, Yue Zitong's voice became more sweet and greasy.
"You, who are you!?"
Jin Baiyong was shocked, and with a sharp shout, he was about to stand up.
As soon as he stood up, he was dragged to the sofa by Yue Zitong, raised his hand to take the red wine bottle, and banged on his head with a loud noise.
Looking at Jin Baiyong who rolled his eyes and fainted, Yue Zitong sneered and said: "Silly, ask who I am at this time, do you think I will tell you that I am Li Nanfang?"
I don't know how long it took before Jin Baiyong gradually became conscious.
The first thing I heard was the rapid footsteps coming from outside the door.
The first thing I felt was the tearing pain below.
"I'm doing good this time, don't come out."
In his ears, it seemed that Yue Zitong's voice was still echoing.
"what!"
When the door was kicked open, a frightened woman screamed from his ears.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a woman without clothes, with her face in her hands and jumped up. Then someone was kicked open at the door of the room, and someone shouted: "Don't move, round the room!"
On duty tonight, Han Jun, who was studying the murder of two killers, suddenly received an alarm call from a stranger. It was said that in Room 1101 of the Qingshan Hotel, there was a senior civil servant who was making prostitution and prostitution. Disability needs to be handled by the Interpol Team of the Municipal Bureau.
Senior civil servants go to a hotel for prostitution. This is not a rare occurrence. The key is the four words ‘seriously disabled’, which must be treated with caution.
He immediately summoned his staff and rushed to the Qingshan Hotel at the fastest speed. He rushed straight to Room 1101. After kicking the door open, he saw a man lying naked on the sofa with a ball underneath. Blood, and a bare woman hiding behind the sofa screaming.
"It's gold, gold----"
The police officers are all people with hands and eyes connected to the sky, and they have a very wide network of contacts. One of the men who followed Han Jun rushed in and recognized the man on the sofa at a glance.
"Don't yell!"
Han Jun raised his hand and covered his mouth, walked quickly over, and ordered the woman hiding behind the sofa: "Put your clothes on!"
"Save, save me... Yes, it was Yue Zitong of Kaihuang Group."
After Jin Baiyong said these words weakly, he rolled his eyes and went into a coma again.
Just looking at Jin Baiyong, Han Jun shuddered.
The thing of the senior civil servant is completely abolished. It was stabbed by a broken wine bottle and bloody. Even if it is rescued in time, you will never want to do what men love to do in the future.
How cruel the person who commits the crime must be to do this?
Yue Zitong of Kaihuang Group?
is it possible?
But it does not rule out, after all, Lao Jin is now cruelly trying to treat her.
"Call an ambulance, hurry, hurry!"
Han Jun couldn't bear to look at Lao Jin's wounded part, turned around and shouted at several of his men.
Seeing that with the help of the police and hotel personnel, the nurse carried Jin Baiyong into the ambulance, and after whistling away, Li Nanfang, who was hiding in the darkness not far away, sneered a few times, turned and stepped on high heels, twisted his and walked. Up.
In order to add luster to Jin Baiyong, he spent a full 20,000 yuan before he invited a professional girl to the hotel.
Li Nanfang particularly admired the professionalism of the girl, especially her good memory. After being brought back to the bureau, he would definitely be able to say exactly what Li Nanfang taught her.
Li Nanfang decided that next time there was such a thing, he would go to her again, because the appearance fee was a bit expensive.
But it’s nothing, this account will have to be retrieved from Yue Zitong in the future, as well as the sportswear, although it is a local stall, but it also cost Li Nanfang more than 100 yuan. After being temporarily worn by her, It should end up being thrown in the trash.
"Oh, it's a pity this suit."
Looking at the blazing fire, Li Nanfang sighed and threw the small bag in. When he picked up the stockings, he was somewhat unwilling to give up. He couldn't help but humiliately leaning on his nose and smelling it, as if there was still auntie's left behind. taste.
Costumes worth tens of thousands of dollars, you have to throw it away when you are reluctant, and you can warn the prodigal lady not to wear such expensive clothes or bags in the future.
After the high heels were burned to ashes, Li Nanfang put on a loose tracksuit again, raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned, thinking that he would have to go to bed on a small hillside tree tonight, and he had a headache.
It was less than seven o'clock, and Min Rou appeared in front of the inner door of the Kaihuang Group Hall wearing black eye circles.
Wang Defa, who was cleaning, ran over and nodded and asked, "Mr. Min, early. Please wait a moment and I will open the door for you."
Before 7:20, the lobby door of the headquarters building will not open.
"No, I'll just wait here. Go ahead."
Min Rou smiled, turned and looked in the direction of President Yue when he came to work.
Min Rou is the only one among the thousands of employees in Kaihuang Group who knows what President Yue is going to do last night.
Thinking of Mr. Yue, who is as arrogant and pure as the iceberg snow lotus, for the happiness of all employees, he must serve Lao Jin with shame and humiliation. Secretary Min’s carefulness is as uncomfortable as being stabbed by a needle. He didn’t fall asleep all night. It just happens that I can't help with anything, so I can only come to the company early, hoping to give President Yue a little comfort.
She knows very well that if it is her, she can only do like Mr. Yue.
And the reason why President Yue suffered the current bad luck was caused by the scum.
Now that he patted his and got out, Mr. Yue has to bear the burden of humiliation for him-----God, why didn't you come to a thunderbolt and knock him down?
Like Wang Fushi, Min Rou waited and waited until after eight o'clock, and didn't see President Yue's car showing up. Instead, there was a taxi that drove into the parking lot.
Did Mr. Yue come by taxi?
Min Rou's eyes lit up, and she quickly walked down the steps.
The car door opened, and a man jumped out of the car, his face was impatient: "Secretary Min, how is my aunt?"
The visitor turned out to be Li Nanfang who had just rolled back to his hometown two days ago.
Mr. Yue already went to accompany the old last night. You only came tonight. Why didn't God thunderMin Rou bit her lower lip hard and looked up at the sky, her face full of grief and anger.
"That old named Jin hasn't let my aunt out yet?"
Li Nanfang's expression changed, and he reached out and rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his full-arm tattoos: "Grass, I'll go get a knife and chop him!"
"Stop me!"
Min Rou screamed in time and reached out and caught Li Nanfang who was about to get in the car.
"You let go, I'm going to save my aunt, I—"
Li Nanfang struggled, and when he roared in a low voice, a white shadow flashed in front of him, and a crisp slap sounded.
Damn, I'm so involved in acting, I didn't even see this girl giving me a big mouth.
Li Nanfang raised his hand to cover his cheek, and looked at Min Rou with an unbelievable look.
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